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a business analysis poemThe Question the Bard Never Asked

To be the BA, or to buy the BA: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis more profitable for the project to suffer
The lack of analysis expertise of the SME,
Or to take arms across seas of troubles,
And by buying the Analyst skill, develop requirements? To hope: to wish;
No more; and by hope alone to say we end
The project and accept thousands lost forever.

That price is expected in IT, ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be strived. To go on, to continue;
To continue: perchance to succeed: ay, there‘s the rub;
For in that depth of effort what functions may come
When we have sloughed off this uncertainty,
Must give us pause: there‘s the respect
That makes calamity of so long a project;

For who would bear the cries and moans of our customers,
The developers wronged, the testers scorned
The pangs of decreased functionality, the law‘s delay,
The insolence of the PMO and the spurns
That analyst merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his questions make
With a bare minimum of knowledge? Who would answers find,
To grunt and sweat under a weary project,
But that the dread of something after implementation,
The known unknown from whose deployment
No analyst returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than try for others that we know not of?

Thus fear does make analysts of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is slicked o‘er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. — Soft you now!
Thee fair business analyst! Developer, in thy project
Be all thy requirements fulfilled.